The Prodigy (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Well I guess by now you've probably figured out that I’m a fighter. That’s right, a fighter. Yes, I am a girl, problem? Didn't think so. My name is Natasha but everyone calls me Nat or Natty for short. I’m 15 years old, turning 16 in a month. I know what you’re thinking, isn't she too young to be a fighter? The answer is no. You see I am a prodigy, ever since I was little I expressed an interest in fighting. I soon grew quite famous for my fighting skills,but recently I am on break from fighting. I just happened to run into 5 mysterious boys on my Starbucks run that will change my life forever.

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I looked around at my surroundings and I felt something wet hit my head. I looked up to hear laughter from boys. I try to look farther up but I couldn’t I stood on the railing and tried to get a better look when all of the sudden I flipped and was barely hanging on. I heard a scream from above. I never got to see their face, maybe this is fate. They want me to jump. I counted to three in my head. 1…..2…..3 I took a deep breath a let go, I fell an inch or two, someone caught me. Damn it! They pulled me up over the edge. 

I looked up to see the boys of One Direction. I groaned and stood up, Harry looked at me pissed and Liam looked confused and the rest just look worried. 
“Why the fuck did you save me?!” I yelled asking. “I didn’t want to be saved! Can’t you see I want to die!” I yelled at them running to the bedroom and grabbed my razor and ran to bathroom. I was getting ready to cut when someone slammed the door open. I looked up with tears pouring from my face and saw curly hair and a blonde head. Harry grabbed the razor and Niall pulled me up holding me. 

I calmed down enough and the boys were still in my hotel room. “I’m sorry,” I whispered barely audible. 
“Now what’s your name?” Niall asked. 
“You guys really don’t remember do you? Natasha, Nattie Bear, Nat! Tennessee, parents, Prodigy!” I screamed in their faces. They looked like they had light bulb moments. 
“Nattie bear!” Harry screamed. 
“Cupcake!” I yelled and he hugged me. 
“What happened to you?” Liam asked. 
“The day my parents died child services took me to the orphanage where I was raped and beaten and then I was adopted the next day and then I was brought here to England and moved next door to Harry’s mom. I lived with the Jones’s, Jessica worked all the time and Andrew beats me and I just ran away today. I planned to kill myself. Until you guys showed up.” I said and Harry looked the guiltiest since it was his mom. 
“My mom said she got new neighbors…I had no idea it was you.” Harry whispered. I was still crying with Niall holding me. 
“Did you guys even wonder where I went or think about me at all?” I asked looking at all of them. 
“We did!” Niall practically yelled, I just hugged him even tighter. 
“Why’d you want to die?” Zayn asked practically in a whisper. 
“I have no one! No one cares about me, everywhere I go people beat me! I don’t even fight anymore! When my parents died I basically lost everything, including the will to fight. I thought that when Andrew and Jessica adopted me they would love me, Jessi gave me the biggest room ever and the house was huge! But she was never home and Andrew beats me every time Jessica isn’t there or isn’t looking. He’s right though, I am a worthless, fat, ugly piece of shit!” I screamed crying. Liam grabbed me and tried to calm me down, nothing can help me. No one knows how I feel. They were never rejected; they don’t know the feeling of wanting to die. They don’t know how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep. They don’t know how many times I wish it was me that died instead of my parents. No one will ever know my pain! The boys managed to calm me down, why are they still here? We were currently sitting on the couch; I quickly got up to look in the mirror. I looked like an absolute mess, my make-up was running down my face and my hair was everywhere. I groaned and walked back to where the boys were. 

Harry was staring into space looking confused, “What’s wrong Harry? You look confused…” I said trailing off. 
“I was thinking back to when I first saw you in the elevator…” he replied looking at me, “Where you only mean to me because I forgot who you where?” He asked.
“That was one of the reasons; I was mad because I thought you guys would have gone looking for me when I was gone. I thought one of you could have saved me. I was mad because I thought you guys forgot about me and you proved my theory right when I wanted to be wrong…” I said in a whisper. At this point all of the boys were staring at me and I was staring at the ground in embarrassment. 
“If we would have known we would have…” Niall said. 
“Why are you guys still here anyway? You saved me, you can leave now.” I said rather harshly. 
“Well obviously you aren’t better!” Zayn screamed. I backed away some, afraid he might hit me. 
“Do you honestly think we are going to hurt you?” Louis asked rather loudly. I just whimpered and backed away more until I hit the corner of the room. 
“Guys! Leave her alone!” Liam said trying to get everyone to leave me alone. I started hyperventilating, remembering what Andrew did the last time I was in a corner. He picked me up by my hair and threw me against the ground in front of him and kicked me over and over until I blacked out. I kept remembering his face.
“No! No!” I kept screaming. Then I hit my head and blacked out.

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